She went to school early and practised half an hour in the little room adjoining the stage, while the orchestra gathered.

She put in a full hour at noon, and remained another half hour at night.

She carried the violin to Sintons' on Saturday and practised all the time she could there, while Margaret watched the road to see that Mrs.Comstock was not coming.

She had become so skilful that it was a delight to hear her play music of any composer, but when she played her own, that was joy inexpressible, for then the wind blew, the water rippled, the Limberlost sang her songs of sunshine, shadow, black storm, and white night.
Since her dream Elnora had regarded her mother with peculiar tenderness.
The girl realized, in a measure, what had happened.

She avoided anything that possibly could stir bitter memories or draw deeper a line on the hard, white face.